Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 296: You’ve Mistaken the Wrong Person

Two years later.

Nightshade Bar.

Under the dim lights, loud music pulsated around, with many people dancing wildly on the dance floor.

A woman with a graceful and sexy figure, delicate features, was sitting at the bar, drinking one glass after another.

With one hand propping up her cheek on the bar, the other holding a glass, her cheeks slowly flushed with a red hue, her almond eyes slightly drunk, hazy and charming.

Her moist, full lips were wetted by the alcohol, appearing even more enticing and soul-stirring.

This attracted the gazes of many men around, itching to come over and strike up a conversation.

At that moment, a tall man with fairly handsome features walked over, lightly tapping the bar to order a drink from the bartender.

"Beauty, drinking alone?"

The woman completely ignored him, continuing her drink.

Her reaction annoyed the man, but he still patiently asked, "It’s so boring to drink alone, isn’t it? Want to join me? I know a fun place..."

At this, the woman slowly lifted her eyelids, a coldness flickered through her blurry and sensual eyes.

She looked at the man, her red lips slightly parting.

"Scram."

The man was now thoroughly provoked and reached out to pull at her arm, "Isn’t coming to a bar all about picking people up? What’s with the act? I’m offering you a drink to show you respect, don’t throw it back in my face!"

Serena Summers suddenly slammed her glass onto the bar and raised her leg in its high heel, kicking towards the man’s groin.

The kick appeared soft and seemingly effortless.

But the heel of the shoe was very sharp, and with her kick, the man instantly grimaced in pain.

Even retreating several steps before barely steadying himself.

"Get lost, don’t make me say it a third time." Serena’s expression indifferent, she glanced at him and sat back down, continuing her drink.

Previously, she loathed the smell of alcohol.

When she was a child, if her master drank, she would ignore him for days.

She detested the strong scent on her body.

But ever since two years ago... her life had almost never been without alcohol.

Two years earlier, Mason Parker, in a fit of rage, pulled out a bomb from his pocket.

The SWAT team reacted instantly, opening fire and rushing forward to save Lucas Shaw.

But unexpectedly, Professor Parker pressed the detonator first, dragging Lucas Shaw into the sea.

The Shaw Family, the Lane Family, and even later, Edward Selwyn deployed people, exhausting countless manpower as well as machinery, desperately dredging the sea.

But in the end, they found nothing.

Everyone told Serena Summers that Lucas Shaw and Mason Parker had been blown to ashes.

But Serena remembered clearly, the bomb wasn’t powerful enough to completely destroy two people, not even leaving ashes behind.

So she always believed, Lucas Shaw was still alive.

Lucas Shaw’s funeral, and she, as his wife, didn’t show up.

Because she firmly believed that he wouldn’t die.

He had promised her, to grow old with her, to have two very cute and lovely babies with her.

A boy like him, a girl like her.

He also promised her, to give her a once-in-a-century wedding, to make her the happiest and most enviable bride in the world.

He had promised her...

He said he would be loyal to her for life and would never lie to her.

Serena Summers tilted her head back, swallowing the last drop of alcohol in her glass, signaling the bartender for another.

The bartender had already understood Serena’s temperament; over the past two years, Serena almost visited the bar daily.

As long as she came, she wouldn’t leave until she was thoroughly drunk.

At first, they tried to persuade her, but she was indifferent, having heard that her husband died in an accident.

Two years had passed, and many things had changed.

Only she remained immutable.

She came to the bar not for any other reason but to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

No matter how many men tried to hit on her, she ignored them all and would even warn those men not to bother her, or else her husband wouldn’t let them off.

The bartender sighed silently and mixed a drink with a lower alcohol content for her.

The man was kicked by Serena Summers and completely enraged.

"Bitch, don’t play high and mighty! How dare you kick me? I’ll show you who’s boss!"

He charged forward, reaching out to grab Serena’s neck, intending to teach her a lesson.

However, his hand didn’t even manage to touch Serena before it was seized by a well-defined palm.

He instinctively turned his head and saw a handsome, tall and straight man looking coldly at him.

The man was dressed in a smart suit; his features were deep and angular, his narrow eyes bottomless, flickering with a dark and unfathomable cold light.

The formidable aura of a superior he exuded made people’s blood run cold.

Even a direct gaze at him evoked the illusion of blaspheming a deity.

Realizing that he was intimidated by the man’s presence, his anger flared up even more.

"Who the hell are you? I warn you, don’t meddle in other people’s business! Go away and stay out of it!"

Serena noticed the commotion behind her, frowned impatiently, and turned her head.

When her eyes landed on a certain man, she was stunned.

Lucas Shaw?

She watched the man intently, afraid that he might disappear the moment she blinked.

That face was all too familiar to her.

Every time she had a midnight dream, his face would appear in her dreams.

Especially those eyes, black as obsidian, deep as the cold pools under the moonlight, exuding an invisible chill.

But only she knew, those icy eyes would occasionally overflow with laughter when he looked at her.

When he kissed her, his eyes were filled with restrained passion.

The man tightened his grip, nearly breaking the other man’s arm, and only let him go when he wailed in pain, begging for mercy incessantly.

"Get lost! Don’t let me see you again."

The man scurried away without daring to glance at Serena again.

After he left, the man snorted coldly, preparing to check if Serena was alright.

However, before he could speak, a slight and slender figure crashed into his arms.

"Husband, you’ve finally come back!"

The man’s body stiffened abruptly, and he looked down incredulously.

His lips twitched slightly, and it took a while before he regained his voice, "What did you call me?"

"Husband!"

Serena slowly lifted her face from the man’s chest, her eyes red but her lips curled with a faint joyous smile.

Her fair, slender arms wrapped tightly around the man’s waist, her eyes looking up at him filled with excitement and grievance, "I knew you would come back! Everyone said you were dead, but I didn’t believe them. Because you promised me..."

Adrian Holt furrowed his brows deeply and pulled down Serena’s arms from around his waist, "Miss, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I am not your husband, nor am I called Lucas Shaw."

Serena was suddenly stunned.

She lifted her head, her eyes widening in disbelief, "Impossible! Are you lying to me?"

Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose and, seeing the sorrow on Serena’s face, a flicker of coldness passed through his eyes.

"I said, I am not the person you’re talking about."